James McAllister stood tall and stoic on his patio, his piercing blue eyes searching the horizon of his vast, isolated estate.
The house in which he lived was a relic of a bygone era but well maintained by James and tended by his mother, Marion McAllister, who was more housekeeper than his mother. Inside, the air had the scent of polished wood and the whispers of dust that danced in the shafts of sunlight that pierced the heavy drapes. The rooms were well-appointed, suggesting a previous life of fun and laughter, with numerous objects testifying to a life well-lived.
James had made his fortune in the city but had retreated to the countryside to escape the madness, seeking solace in the predictability of nature's cadence.
James was forty-five years old, and it had been years since he had last shared his days with another human being. His interactions had been reduced to the occasional visit from the postman or his staff. The silence of the estate had become both a sanctuary and a prison, a reminder of the life he had chosen and the company he had forsaken.
It was during one of these introspective moments that James decided to act. He sat at his desk, the creaks of the old chair a testament to the countless hours he had spent contemplating his loneliness. With a deep breath, he picked up the pen and composed an advertisement for the Lady Magazine with meticulous care, weighing each word as if it were a seed that would sprout a new chapter in his life.
After reviewing a few applications that proved unacceptable, one morning, as the sun painted the sky with strokes of pink and gold, a response to his advertisement arrived. The envelope was worn and the handwriting unsteady, but the words within held the promise of change. A thirty-eight-year-old man, down on his luck after a string of unfortunate circumstances, had seen the ad. In his letter, he spoke of his resilience, willingness to work, and his openness to the unusual arrangement. He even described himself physically, emotionally, and gay with an effeminate leaning, the latter drawing the attention of James more than his other attributes. James felt a stirring in his chest, remembering his bisexual encounters at university, a blend of excitement and trepidation as he viewed the enclosed photograph of a man with long wavy hair who looked stunning even through his unshaven and dishevelled looks.
With trembling hands, he penned his reply, the words flowing as if guided by an unseen force. He offered Daniel the position, detailing the expectations and the terms of their agreement. In his mind's eye, he saw a new face around the dinner table, someone to share the burdens of the day, the quiet companionship that comes with the setting of the sun and the rising of the moon. The anticipation grew as he waited for Daniel's response, wondering if he was ready to challenge his sexuality again, having led a heterosexual existence for a long time.
The days dragged on, the mailbox a silent sentinel that held no answer. Yet, James' spirits remained buoyed by the thought that he might soon no longer be alone. He found himself preparing for Daniel's arrival, tidying up the spare room, making sure the bed was made with fresh, crisp linens, and the desk was organised and ready for use.
Finally, the awaited reply arrived. The envelope was thicker this time, the handwriting more assured. Daniel accepted the offer, sharing his story of loss and hardship, and expressing his gratitude for the opportunity. He spoke of his willingness to adhere to James' rules and his hope to find a new beginning on the estate. The words on the page were a promise of a shared future, a bond forged in the crucible of need and loneliness.
The day of Daniel's arrival was like the first day of spring after a harsh winter. The air was charged with anticipation as James drove into town to meet him. He spotted him at the bus station, a figure slumped under the weight of a single backpack, looking more lost than found. As he approached, Daniel looked up, revealing a face etched with lines of hardship but with eyes that gleamed with hope. The two men exchanged a handshake, and in that moment, a pact was sealed, an unspoken understanding that this was a chance for both to rewrite their stories.
The drive back to the estate was filled with awkward silences, punctuated by the occasional question or comment about the scenery. James was keenly aware of the new presence beside him, the unfamiliarity of it both comforting and unnerving. As they pulled up to the house, Daniel took in the sprawling property with a mix of awe and apprehension.
Together, they unloaded Daniel's few possessions, each item a piece of his former life now brought into James' domain. Marion eyed Daniel with a mix of curiosity and scepticism, but also in awe at his stunning form and seriously thick wavy hair, and in many respects, his effeminate demeanour caught her attention. This new man in the house was not what she expected, but his subservient manner created a balance most welcome, and she liked what she saw. However, she also reminded herself that James' firm instructions for her to treat him with respect and kindness set the tone.
The tour of the estate was thorough, James pointing out the various chores that needed tending to and explaining the daily routine. Daniel listened intently, nodding his head in understanding and asking questions when necessary.
Once the tour was complete, James led Daniel to the primary suite, a space that was as spacious as it was untouched by time. Daniel had confessed to James in the car that he did not have that much in the way of clothes, only those in his backpack that Marion had already taken away to wash and truly little money to spend.
James eyed Daniel, guessing his chest and waist size as being slightly smaller than his and therefore, a perfect fit was suggested. The oak wardrobe stood tall and proud, filled with neatly folded clothes that whispered of a past filled with purpose and order. The drawers revealed a collection of garments and undergarments, all meticulously organised by colour and type.
"You can take whatever you need," James said, his voice gruff but not unkind. "I have more than enough to spare, and I want you to be comfortable here."
Daniel's eyes widened as he took in the assortment of garments. He picked out a few shirts, the fabric soft and smelling faintly of the outdoors. The socks and trousers were simple but well-made, and he felt a strange comfort in their utility. But when his hand hovered over the M&S Y-fronts, he hesitated. He had always been a boxer briefs kind of guy, but something about the way James looked at him made him feel like he should try.
"You'll look good in those," James said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "They're practical for the work we'll be doing, and they'll keep you cool in the heat."
With a shrug, Daniel selected a few pairs, feeling a twinge of excitement at the thought of starting fresh with something so simple as new underwear. As they continued to sort through the clothes, James spoke of the discipline he enforced, his voice firm and not yielding. Daniel nodded, appreciating the structure and rules that would govern their newfound arrangement.
Once they were done, James clapped him on the back, a surprisingly warm gesture. "Welcome, Daniel," he said, the words resonating through the quiet house.
That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the estate in a warm amber glow, they sat down to a hearty meal of steak and potatoes, a rare indulgence for James. The air was filled with the scent of rosemary and garlic, a welcome change from the usual simple fare. Daniel ate hungrily, the food tasting richer than anything he had had in months, the flavours a symphony that spoke of care and comfort.
As the last light of day bled from the sky, they moved to the living room, the space between them charged with an unspoken tension. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across their faces as James poured two generous glasses of whiskey. They sat in companionable silence, the amber liquid warming their bellies and loosening their tongues. Daniel felt a strange kinship with this stoic man, a bond born of mutual need and solitude.
When the time came for bed, Daniel mentioned his lack of pyjamas, a slight blush colouring his cheeks with the embarrassment of forgetting to mention it earlier. “It’s okay, really, I can sleep in my underwear, I don’t mind.”
James' response was swift and firm, his voice brooking no argument. "Nonsense," he said, rising from his chair with a grunt. "You'll take one of my retired nightshirts." He disappeared into the hallway and returned with an armful of garments, the fabric whispering against his skin as he handed them over.
“Sorry, Daniel,” said James, “I couldn’t find anything better than these, and I don’t wear this style anymore, so you are welcome to them. I have M&S Nightshirts now as I find them longer and more manly than these.”
The nightshirts were beautiful, made of a fine Egyptian cotton. He stared at them in awe and could not wait to change into them. He took the offered clothes, his mind racing with questions that remained unvoiced as he admired the items and the quality of the retired and discarded nightshirts once worn by James.
James noticed Daniel's hesitation and offered a small smile. "They’re ideal and will look good on you instead of me," he said as he left Daniel to his personal space and preparations for bedtime.
The night was a restless one, the material of the nightshirt clinging to his body in a way that was both strange and oddly comforting. He lay in the bed, listening to the creaks and groans of the old house as it settled around them, feeling the weight of James' expectations and the warmth of his newfound belonging. Sleep came in fits and starts, his dreams a tapestry of the life they might build together, interwoven with the whispers of the estate outside their door.
As dawn broke, Daniel found himself unable to lie still any longer. He rose, his bare feet whispering against the cool wooden floorboards as he padded to the lounge. The nightshirt was the only thing standing between him and the early morning chill, the fabric offering the only warmth as he stepped onto the patio through the French doors in his old trainers that remained untied, the crisp air invigorating him.
He lit a cigarette, the end glowing like a tiny ember in the semi-darkness. The first drag brought a sense of calm, the nicotine a familiar embrace in the quiet of the early morning. Fancying a walk, he left the patio and commenced walking along the path in the grounds of the ornamental garden, the fabric of the Egyptian cotton flapping in the gentle breeze, gently rubbing his circumcised member at the tip of the gland. He knew he had a larger than normal penis having been reminded many times during meaningless encounters with men, but the action of the gentle breeze and the softness of the fabric started to arouse him, and his penis began to awaken. Under normal circumstances, he would wear underpants that stopped the rubbing when walking, but this time, he enjoyed no such protection as his cock was free to have a mind of his own.
Normally when feeling aroused in the morning, he would “knocked one out” but it didn’t seem appropriate that morning, worried that he might be seen but his cock was now fully erect, demanding release having become enveloped by the cotton material, increasing his excitement as he continued to walk, taking in the smells and sounds of the fresh morning air.
The occasional slap did not help matters as he felt the sensation increase. Realising that if he continued to walk, he would experience an orgasm without his hand intervening. Fuck it he thought, the sensations becoming more pronounced and exciting as his body moved closer to the edge.
His thoughts drifted to the man who now shared his space. James was a puzzle; a man whose stoic exterior belied a depth of feeling and need that Daniel found both fascinating and intimidating. Daniel found his personality and physical strength attractive which did not help as he felt himself cum with only the assistance of the cotton nightshirt’s rubbing of his member.
Daniel stood still allowing the flow of cum to continue whilst he lit another cigarette, eventually realising the flow had left a substantial damp patch whilst the remainder was employed dribbling down the inside of the nightshirt and his left leg. Oh well, he thought, captured in the moment until he heard the crunch of gravel announcing James' approach, his footsteps deliberate and sure.
Surprised, he turned towards the sound and Daniel's eyes were drawn to the outline of the older man's body, the muscles of his legs and arms rippling with the promise of strength beneath the fabric of his James’ nightshirt. He could not help but feel a spark of arousal as he took in the sight, his cock thickening yet again, against the flimsy barrier of his snug fitting nightshirt.
"Good morning," James’ voice boomed, his voice deep and warm as he drew alongside Daniel. Standing there, Daniel offered him a cigarette, which he gratefully accepted, his cheeks flushing when he realized he might have been caught in the act. James, though, just stood next to him, taking in the view, inhaling the morning air whilst sporting his erection. This did nothing to alleviate Daniel’s discomfort as he responded, “Good morning.”
As James inhaled the nicotine, their eyes met, and for a moment, the world held its breath. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, the unspoken rules of their arrangement hanging in the balance. And then James' face broke into a smile, his teeth flashing white in the early light. "Looks like the country air agrees with you," he said, his voice teasing Daniel.
"Sorry, James, I hadn't expected anyone else up this early, and so I decided to stay in my nightshirt for a smoke before the house stirred into action."
"That's okay, Daniel, I hope you were enjoying the start of your new life here on the estate," as James admired the view of Daniel in his snug-fitting nightshirt with a very damp patch that left little to the imagination.
James gazed upon the noticeable outline of Daniels cock, realising he was circumcised like him, trying to gauge the length and girth of it. James was of the average size, but the outline provided the impression that Daniel was well endowed, even though he was only semi-erect. James wondered what it would be like fully erect, and he guesstimated at least seven to eight inches putting Daniel in the top five percent of men and certainly the biggest cock he had ever seen. Brushing his thoughts to one side, excited by his discovery, he turned and headed back to the house to get his coffee, his arousal becoming more apparent, leaving Daniel to navigate the uncharted waters of his new reality.
The tension shattered; Daniel felt a strange warmth spread through him. He could not read the expression in James' eyes, but it held a hint of approval. He cleared his throat, hoping the blush on his cheeks was hidden by the shadows. "It's quite the change of pace," he murmured, his hand still lingering near his crotch as he followed him. James stopped walking; his presence suddenly overwhelming. "I'm glad you're settling in," he said, "You look good, by the way, in the nightshirt. It offers freedom, and I like what I see.”
"Thanks," Daniel murmured, unsure of how to take James' compliment.
With a firm nod, James turned again towards the house whilst sporting a solid arousal as his interest in Daniel had been sparked. James was finding his guest sexually attractive, and his body knew it. "Breakfast will be ready soon," he called over his shoulder. "We've got a moderately busy day ahead of us, so let's get an early start."
"James, I think I should go upstairs and get dressed before breakfast. I'm currently a little exposed if you know what I mean." Daniel suggested.
"Rubbish, man," said James, "You look quite well presented and suitably attired for breakfast."
"Are you sure, James? surely I should put on some of those Y-fronts you have supplied me?"
"Nope, you are fine as you are," responded James. "Besides, it’s only you and I, and my mother is the most discreet person you will ever meet. It takes a lot for her to be embarrassed."
Inside, the kitchen was a flurry of activity, the scent of sizzling bacon and eggs mingling with the rich aroma of brewing coffee. Marion, acting as housekeeper, cast a knowing look in Daniel's direction as she placed a steaming plate of food before him. James sat across the table, his plate already half-finished. He gestured for Daniel to sit and dig in, his eyes lingering on the younger man's body, particularly the damp patch on the nightshirt, revealing more than it should, considering Daniel’s continued arousal.
Breakfast was a silent affair, the only sounds the clink of silverware against plates and the occasional grunt of satisfaction from James. Daniel could not help but feel a sense of excitement and nerves mingled with the smell of breakfast. He was keenly aware of James's gaze, the older man's eyes seeming to trace every line and curve of his form. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, the air thick with the unspoken understanding that they were now bound together in a way that went beyond mere employment.
Once breakfast was done, James outlined the day's tasks. There was a fence that needed mending, the chickens to be fed, and the north field to be checked for signs of pest damage. The list was long, but Daniel found himself looking forward to the work, eager to prove his worth and earn his place in this strange new life.
Daniel managed to quickly change into work clothes, his body enjoying the new Y-fronts for the first time. They donned their boots and headed outside. The sun had fully risen now, casting a golden glow over the estate that illuminated the path ahead of them. As they worked side by side, the tension from the night before began to dissipate, replaced by a comfortable camaraderie.
The hours passed quickly, the rhythm of their labour a soothing balm to Daniel's soul. The physical exertion was a welcome distraction from the tumult of his thoughts, the ache in his muscles a reminder that he was alive and part of something real.
As they took a break, James handed Daniel a bottle of water, his hand brushing against the younger man in a gesture that felt almost affectionate. "You're doing well," he said, his eyes meeting Daniel's with a warmth that made Daniel's pulse quicken. "We make a good team."
The rest of the day passed in much the same way, a blend of hard work and quiet companionship.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the estate, Marion announced dinner. She had prepared a feast that seemed to have come straight from the pages of a gourmet magazine, and the aromas wafting through the house were tantalising. James and Daniel cleaned up and headed to the bathroom to prepare for the evening meal.
Marion had already drawn the bath and stood patiently for their arrival. Daniel stood watching as Marion undressed her son, which surprised Daniel somewhat, considering his age. It was the first time he had seen James naked, and immediately he noticed that James was circumcised. It was an odd dynamic, James being bathed by his mother, Daniel thought, but sometimes people of privilege do things differently, he thought. She moved with the efficiency of a drill sergeant, ensuring every inch of James' body was cleaned thoroughly. Daniel tried not to stare, focusing instead on the simple task of brushing the dust from his clothes. Yet, he could not help but be drawn to the intimate scene playing out before him.
When it was his turn, Daniel felt a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement as Marion instructed him to strip down. He did as told after James told him, “It’s fine, my mother always washes me and sees no difference in washing you either. Mum is a bit maternal, you might have gathered.” Daniel was still embarrassed as he stood there naked, and to make matters worse, James got his first view of Daniel and confirmation that his companion was well endowed. She was a no-nonsense woman, her eyes never lingering longer than necessary but even she hesitated when she saw how respectable his penis was even though flaccid and she noted that he too was like James, circumcised and as such easier to clean.
Then, she had a naughty thought of how long it would become when aroused, feeling a mild flush over her face. Shaking her head to dismiss her thoughts, she resumed bathing Daniel, the way she touched him was surprisingly gentle as he stood like a child, naked, with soap all over him. The water was hot and soothing, and he found himself relaxing under her firm but deft hands. It had been a long time since anyone had taken such care of him, and it felt nurturing.
Once bathed, Daniel donned the clothes that Marion had laid out for him, a crisp white button-up shirt and black trousers that fit surprisingly well. He took a moment to look at his reflection in the mirror, feeling both awkward and oddly dressed up for dinner.
The dining room was set with candles and fine china, the table groaning under the weight of roast chicken, steaming vegetables, and a homemade apple pie. The sight was so incongruous with the rough exterior of the estate that it was almost surreal.
They sat across from each other, the candlelight flickering over their faces, casting shadows that danced like silent whispers between them. The meal was a delicious symphony of flavours, each bite a testament to Marion's culinary prowess.
The conversation was easy, a mix of stories from James' past and questions about Daniel's life. There was a gentle ribbing, a subtle flirting that danced around the edges of their words. Daniel felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of belonging that was intoxicating.
When Marion finally retired for the night, making her way to her rooms, the house settled into a quiet that was both comforting and slightly eerie. James suggested they move to the living room, where a record player sat in the corner, a relic from a time when music had been more tangible. He selected a vinyl from a vast collection, the soft crooning of Sinatra filling the space as he poured them both a glass of scotch.
The whiskey was smooth and smoky, the warmth of it spreading through Daniel's chest as he took a sip. James had changed into a plush smoking jacket that made him look like a gentleman from a bygone era, a stark contrast to the ruggedness of his daytime attire. Daniel could not help but feel a little self-conscious in his nightshirt, which was the best he could do considering the challenge his wardrobe faced in offering options for a gentleman.
"James, I suspect I might have to find something more suitable to wear for our evening relaxation time, what do you think?"
"To be honest, Daniel, I love the way you look, it suits you so well, and it sort of breaks the formality if you know what I mean. If you feel too exposed and vulnerable, then we can look at alternatives, but I guess it's up to you."
Strangely, Daniel liked the attire provided to him by James and decided to tell him so. "James, I feel very comfortable in this attire for relaxing after dinner, I just hope you are not offended in any way."
"Of course, I'm not offended by what you are wearing. It’s been a long time since I have seen such a fit man so at ease with his physical attributes, and actually, I would love to see you more during the day like that if you fancy."
Daniel thought about it and indicated his agreement with silence, which in James' book implied ascent. They talked of music and movies, of books and philosophies, the conversation a dance of discovery. James spoke with a passion that belied his stoic exterior, his eyes lighting up with every new topic. Daniel found himself drawn into the conversation, his own stories and thoughts flowing freely, the alcohol acting as a balm to his nerves.
As the night deepened, the atmosphere grew more intimate. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow across the room, the shadows playing across James' face like a silent movie. He leaned back in his chair, the fabric of his jacket stretching across his broad chest, and fixed Daniel with a gaze that was both intense and searching. "Tell me, Daniel," he said, his voice low and smoky, "what brought you to me?"
Daniel took a deep breath, the whiskey and the warmth of the room making his head swim. "I suppose it was just... fate," he replied, his voice a little shaky. "I needed a change, a new start. And when I read your ad, something just... clicked."
"Fate," James mused, stroking his chin. "It's a fickle thing, isn't it? But I'm grateful for it nonetheless." He drained his glass and set it aside, his eyes never leaving Daniel's. "I have to admit, I'm quite looking forward to seeing what this new arrangement brings."
The air grew thick with anticipation, the silence between them stretching taut. Daniel knew what James was hinting at, the rules of their agreement now hanging in the balance. He could feel his heart racing, the fabric of his nightshirt growing damp with his arousal.
With a sudden movement, James rose from his chair and moved towards Daniel, his stride purposeful. Daniel's breath caught in his throat as James knelt before him, his hands resting on Daniel's thighs. "I hope you understand what this means, Daniel," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "I would like us to be very close, you and me. There will be times when I ask you to do things for me. Will you be okay with that?"
The weight of James' words settled in Daniel's stomach, a mix of excitement and trepidation. He nodded, his eyes locked on James' face, the understanding in them unmistakable. "What have you in mind, James? Daniel asked, still trying to work out the ramifications of the previous statement.
James returned to his chair, his expression serious. "I have certain... preferences, Daniel," he began, his voice low and measured. "And as my companion, I would expect you to be open to them. There will be times when I need release and when I need to be punished, to feel the sting of a firm hand." He paused, watching Daniel's reaction closely. "And there will be times when I want to watch you. To see you pleasure yourself, to share in your vulnerability."
The room grew even quieter, the only sound the crackling of the fire and the thundering of Daniel's heart. He took a deep breath, trying to process this new layer in their relationship. "I... I think I can do that,"
James nodded; his eyes dark with a hunger that made Daniel's skin prickle. "Excellent," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "Now, let’s get started, stand up for me because I want to see you."
With trembling hands, Daniel did as he was asked, the fabric of the nightshirt sticking to his damp skin. James' eyes raked over him, his gaze lingering on the bulge at the apex of his thighs. He reached out, his fingers brushing over the garment, tracing the outline of Daniel's cock with a feather-light touch. "You're a beautiful man," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"Thank you, James," Daniel managed, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't think this is the right time or place for... this."
James chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down Daniel's spine. "Oh, I disagree," he said, his hand closing around the hem of the nightshirt. “This is the right place, and I can assure you, it is the right time. Now, be a good chap and slip this off for me. I want to see all of you."
With trembling hands, Daniel did as he was told. He slipped the nightshirt over his head. The cool air kissed his skin, making him shiver with anticipation. He looked down at James, his cock standing tall and proud before the older man.
"Daniel, wow, you are perfect and probably the most perfect body I have ever seen and, your penis is truly magnificent. It is so long and beautiful and your testicles are well proportioned at the base, perfect, simply perfect," James murmured, his gaze never leaving Daniel's nakedness.
Daniel blushed at the words he had just heard. No one had ever said that about his body and his tool, as he termed it.
"Now,” James continued, “let's see if you can handle the first part of your duties." He rose from his chair again, his arousal evident, and moved closer. The warmth of his body was like a brand against Daniel's skin, and he could feel the thump of James' heart as the space between them narrowed.
"I've had a long day," James continued, his voice a low purr. "I think it's time for a little... relaxation." He reached out, his hand wrapping around Daniel's huge shaft. The touch was firm, yet gentle, his thumb rubbing slow circles over the sensitive head. Daniel's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping his lips as James' other hand found his balls, rolling them gently in his palm.
The sensation was too much, the months of solitude and denial making him ache for this simple contact. He could feel his orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in his belly. James' eyes searched his face, watching for any sign of discomfort or resistance. But there was none. Only a deep, all-consuming need.
James leaned in, his breath hot against Daniel's ear. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his grip tightening. "And I will take care of you, in every way." His mouth found Daniel's neck, his teeth grazing the skin in a gentle bite that sent sparks of pleasure through Daniel's body.
The world outside the house, with its troubles and hardships, faded away as James guided Daniel to the rug in front of the fire. The flames cast a warm glow over their bodies, painting them in shades of gold and red as James pushed Daniel to his knees. "Now, show me," he breathed, his own need evident in the tremble of his hands.
Daniel took a deep breath and leaned in, undoing James’ trousers at the belt, then lowering the zip and pulling his trousers down. Daniel temporarily stopped when his eye was level with the bulge in James’s Y-fronts. He could not resist and kissed the bulge, sucking the cotton material with passion, feeling the cock’s outline and then moving further down to suck on the balls cupped inside the underwear.
“Lift your leg”, Daniel said, pulling the trouser leg off, and without prompting James again, he removed the other trouser leg and discarded the item across the room. Looking again at the bulge, he yet again enveloped it in his mouth playing yet again with the cock he could not access until he dealt with the Y-fronts before him. He liked the hidden mystery they provided. The material now wet and straining to keep the imprisoned cock at bay as Daniel stood up and slowly undid the buttons on James’ shirt and in no time, his shirt joined the trousers on the floor.
Daniel gave a brief kiss to James and then lowered himself down, this time pulling the material at the fly of his Y-fronts, allowing access to what was hidden inside, his tongue tentatively touching the head of James' cock. The older man's groan was music to his ears, taking it as encouragement to carry on. Taking more of James into his mouth, feeling the man's average length and girth with a mix of excitement and awe.
Not wishing to stop, Daniel ripped the front of the Y-fronts, releasing the cock that his mouth was attached too as James' hand tightened in Daniel's hair, guiding him in a rhythm that was both punishing and pleasurable. The salty taste of him was intoxicating, and Daniel felt a sense of power in knowing that he could bring this strong man to his knees with just his mouth.
The tension grew, their breathing ragged and desperate, as James' hips began to buck. "Take it," he growled, his voice strained with desire. "Take it all, Daniel."
And with those words, Daniel gave in to the primal need that had been building since he had first seen James. He took James deep, his throat working to accommodate the man's length, the sounds of their mingled pleasure filling the room.
As James reached his peak, his entire body tensed, his grip in Daniel's hair tightening to the point of pain. The warmth of his release flooded Daniel's mouth, and he swallowed greedily, savouring the taste of him.
The moment stretched out, a perfect tableau of power and submission, before James finally pulled back, his chest heaving. He reached down, his hand gentle as he pushed Daniel down and onto his back. The look in his eyes was one of pure possession, the promise of more to come as he ripped from his body, the last remnants of his Y-fronts left in tatters by Daniel’s urgency to access his cock.
"You did well," James said, his voice gruff with satisfaction. "Very well indeed. Now it’s my turn."
James lowered himself between Daniel’s legs and enveloped his cock for the first time, taking in the size and length of it until he could not take it anymore, it was wonderful and huge and whilst James had previous experience with young men years ago, it had been a while since he had tasted cock this magnificent. This cock was new with a muskiness he had not experienced before has he milked Daniel for the first time. Daniel had not been able to control himself as much as he hoped, after a long time of enforced celibacy, as he started to climax, shooting his heavy load into James’ mouth who struggled to contain the flow with cum oozing out and dribbling down his chin. James tried as he could to take it all and choked a little during his trojan effort to contain Daneil as he lay there on the rug in a state of delight and wonder.
James collapsed on top of Daniel, his breathing hard and fast. Daniel played with his hair, holding him in a simple embrace that did not go unnoticed by James as they enjoyed the closeness of each other’s naked bodies.
“Let’s go to bed,” suggested James, looking at Daniel, who had just opened his eyes after enjoying the moment. Daniel nodded as James took his companion's hand, pulling him up off the rug and leading them both upstairs naked for anyone to see, but it was their moment, and the rest of the house remained quiet and unseen.
As they walked hand in hand, James would stop occasionally, kiss Daniel and allow his hand to roam across Daniel’s body, leaving a trail of heat wherever they touched. Daniel's cock grew hard again with each caress, the anticipation of what had to come making him feel like he was going to burst. James was equally aroused as they entered the bedroom for the night, the bed being a sanctuary of white sheets and plush pillows, a stark contrast to the roughness of the house. James pushed him down onto the mattress, his body following, his weight pressing Daniel into the softness below. The older man's cock was a brand against his thigh, hot and demanding satisfaction as he lubed his cock in readiness has Daniel positioned himself to receive him for the first time.
The next morning, Daniel woke with the sun, the estate already alive with the sounds of roosters crowing and cows lowing in the distance. He slipped out of the bed where James was sleeping soundly and crept onto the landing, closing the door, trying not to disturb the man who had taken him so successfully and passionately.
Naked, he tiptoed as quietly as he could downstairs with the idea of retrieving his nightshirt to restore his modesty, which he managed to do. Now restored to an element of protection, he walked out onto the patio through the French doors, the dew on his bare feet, the nightshirt offering scant protection from the early morning chill. The smell of coffee wafted through the air, indicating someone was awake, preparing for the day ahead, but he had promised himself a moment of personal reflection and stayed away from the kitchen, which was a hub of sound and activity.
He lit a cigarette, the tip flaring bright in the semi-darkness, the taste of smoke a comforting embrace. As he took it all in, the air, the view and the sounds, James joined him on the patio, moving up behind Daniel to wrap his arms around him providing added warmth and security to the moment, the older man's cock pressing against his back. "Morning, Daniel,” he murmured into his ear, his breath a whisper of heat.
Without a word, James' hands slid under the nightshirt, his fingers teasing Daniel's cock back to life. The sensation was exquisite, the gentle stroking a stark contrast to the firm grip he had been subjected to the night before. Daniel leaned back into James, his body responding with an eagerness that surprised him as they stood there together, the silence communicating everything between them.
Marion was busy as usual preparing breakfast when she caught sight of them from the open door as she took trays into the breakfast room. James was naked, standing behind Daniel with his nightshirt hiked up around his waist, his hand moving rhythmically up and down Daniel's erection. For a moment, she paused, her eyes widening before a knowing smile spread across her face. Daniel was perfect for James, she thought, his demeanour effeminate and subservient, a perfect compromise for the complexities of a relationship with James.
"Ah, I see the morning light agrees with you both," she said, "I'll leave you to it, then," as she removed her head from the open door. James did not respond, but Daniel was shocked they had been seen, but James increased his embrace of Daniel whilst continuing what he had started, assuring him that there was nothing to worry about.
“It’s only my mother,” James assured him, “she is very discreet, and you have nothing to feel embarrassed about,” as their impromptu cuddle became more intense as he continued the action on Daniel’s cock. It did not take Daniel long until he felt the rising tide of sperm exiting his cock in another wave of pleasure. James pushed Daniel’s nightshirt off him whilst bending him over the patio furniture, his already lubricated cock ready for action as he gently pushed into Daniel, this time in a relaxed and careful manner that communicated a tenderness not experienced the night before.
Their lovemaking was a silent symphony of movement and need, the only sounds the rustle of leaves in the wind, with the occasional gasp of pleasure. It was a dance that was both fierce and tender, a testament to the depth of their connection as James climaxed, pumping his seed into his lover, his new companion.
As they broke apart, James kissed the top of Daniel's head, his arms still wrapped around him. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice still thick with sleep. "And I'll never let you go."
Marion, ever the silent observer, watched from the shadows, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She had seen the way James looked at Daniel, the way his eyes had lit up when the young man had first entered the house. It was clear that he had found more than just a companion in the young man from the city, as she resumed cooking their breakfast.
James took Daniel’s hand and pulled him into the breakfast room, and sat down. The meal was a simple affair of eggs and toast, the food almost forgotten amidst the electric tension that crackled between them. Daniel's cheeks flushed pink as James' fingers played with the soft flesh of his stomach. He felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension, unsure of where this path would lead but eager to find out.
Marion continued her duties and housework, oblivious to the fact that they were both naked. Daniel thought about it and the level of discretion Marion had, and even then, he thought it slightly weird albeit sexually arousing, and fun that James had the freedom to do what he liked and with whom he liked, and his trusty mother just carried on as if nothing was unusual about the scene before her.
After breakfast, they went upstairs and got dressed, and when ready for the day ahead, they moved into the brightness of the day. The estate was a tapestry of chores that needed tending to, from feeding the animals to mending fences. Daniel threw himself into the work, his muscles aching in ways they had not in months, the physical exertion a welcome distraction from the tumult of his thoughts. James worked alongside him, his own strength and endurance limitless, his body a testament to the life he had chosen.
The sun had reached its zenith, casting long shadows across the yard, when James called for a halt, and they returned to the house, entering through the French patio doors of the breakfast room. "Mother," he shouted, his voice carrying across the fields. "Draw us a bath. It's time for a well-deserved rest."
Marion appeared from nowhere, nodded and disappeared into the depths of the house, the clank of running water soon echoing through the stillness. Daniel followed James upstairs into the steaming bathroom, his eyes widening at the sight of the massive claw-footed tub filled to the brim with hot water. It was a luxury he had not enjoyed in a long time, and his body craved the heat.
They both stripped off their clothes, James' eyes lingering on Daniel's bare form, his nakedness a declaration of his dominance. Daniel felt a thrill at the sight of James' cock, feeling sure he was still half-hard from their early morning encounter. He stepped into the water, the heat enveloping him, and sank into the depths with a sigh.
James climbed in after him, the water sloshing around them as they settled in opposite ends of the tub. The silence between them was comfortable, the air charged with the promise of more to come. Daniel watched as the older man lathered up a washcloth, the muscles in his arms flexing as he passed the washcloth to his mother, who scrubbed away the grime of the day.
"Turn around, James,” his mother instructed, her voice firm but gentle. "Let me take care of your back and bottom."
Daniel watched until it was his turn. With a shiver of anticipation, Daniel did as he was told, the water lapping at his chin as Marion began to wash his back. The roughness of the cloth was a stark contrast to the tender strokes, the warmth of the water and the firmness of her hands, making him feel both cherished and owned as James watched with eagle eyes, studying every inch of Daniel's body.
The washcloth travelled lower, teasing the base of his spine as Marion uttered, “Stand up, Master Daniel, I have to wash your lower regions.” Her touch caused Daniel to stiffen, his cock rising with the sensual touch of the washcloth, but Marion's touch was insistent. "Relax," she murmured, her voice a warm caress. "This is just the beginning."
The sensation of the washcloth against his hole was both shocking and exhilarating. He could feel himself opening to the possibility, the tension in his body slowly melting away under the woman’s ministrations.
The bath grew silent except for the sounds of their breathing, the occasional splash of water, and the whispers of Marion's instructions. Daniel felt his body responding, his cock growing harder with each touch, his breath hitching as her fingers began to explore him in a way no one ever had and there was no sexual intent, just the efficiency of a servant doing what they do best. The result though was Daniel’s cock reached its full potential, sticking up and out in all its glory, just shy of eight inches in length. Even then, Marion was oblivious, but James was certainly not.
The world outside the house was forgotten, the only reality the warm embrace of the water and the feel of Marion's hands directly on his skin. It was a moment of pure surrender to both Marion and James.
"James and Master Daniel, I have laid out all your clothes for this afternoon on your beds. All your clothes from earlier are now in the wash, so put clean Y-fronts on too." Marion stated as she walked out of the bathroom, leaving James and Daniel drying each other, the first time they had explored each other in daylight.
They shared a knowing smile as she walked down the hallway. James leaned in and pressed his lips to Daniel's, the kiss gentle yet filled with a promise of more to come. Daniel's mouth was sweet with mint from the toothpaste they had shared, the warmth of their bodies mingling in the space.
"It’s a lovely day, so let’s keep the clothes to a minimum this afternoon," James murmured against Daniel's mouth, his hand sliding down to cup the younger man's bottom. "We can go for a walk, and I shall show you some secret places where we can have some fun."
Daniel's eyes widened at the suggestion, his heart racing with excitement and a hint of fear. "But what if someone sees us?" he whispered.
"They won’t, but if they do, so what?" James said, his voice a low rumble. "Let’s just be ourselves for an afternoon stroll."
They stepped out of the bathroom wearing two nightshirts, forgoing the expectation of getting fully dressed in the clothes Marion had prepared for them both, the cool air of the house making their skin prickle with gooseflesh. James took Daniel's hand, their bare feet padding against the wooden floors as they moved through the house. The act of holding hands was both thrilling and terrifying, a declaration of their bond that seemed to resonate through every inch of the house.
The heat of the afternoon sun beat down on them as they stepped outside, the air thick with the scent of cut grass and the distant hum of insects. Daniel felt a strange sense of liberation as the breeze kissed his bare skin under the fabric, the world around them unchanged yet utterly transformed by their newfound intimacy.
They strolled through the fields, the tall grass brushing against their legs, the warmth of James' hand a constant reminder of his presence. Daniel's cock swung freely between his legs, the sensation both strange and exhilarating. They talked of the estate, of James' past, and the quiet life that stretched out before them.
The sun was a fiery orb in the sky, casting long shadows as they approached the edge of the property. The line of trees there whispered secrets in the breeze, beckoning them closer with the promise of shade and privacy.
James led Daniel into the cool embrace of the woods, the air growing thicker with the scent of earth and leaves. They found a secluded spot, a small clearing where the sun painted patterns of light through the canopy above.
"Sit," James instructed, his voice gentle but firm. Daniel did as he was told, his heart racing as James knelt before him, his eyes never leaving Daniel's face.
The older man's hands were sure as they slipped under the nightshirt and wrapped around Daniel's cock, his thumb circling the sensitive head. Daniel moaned, the sound echoing through the trees, as James took him into his mouth, his tongue teasing and exploring in a way that made Daniel feel cherished and used all at once. He undid James’ nightshirt and allowed it to slip off his body, falling onto the ground. Daniel pulled his nightshirt up and over his head and threw it to the ground next to the other whilst James enjoyed his cock. James was good, exceptionally good, edging Daniel closer with every lick and suck until the point of no return had been reached as he started to shoot his load into James’ mouth. Both naked, James finished him off, licking all the cum from Daniel’s cock and then rising to kiss him in the prelude to the next act. They shared his cum in an enthusiastic embrace until James was ready to take his lover in round two.
Their lovemaking there, in the heart of the estate, was a silent declaration of their bond. It was raw and primal, the sounds of their passion melding with the symphony of the natural world around them.
When it was over, they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and love. The estate was their playground, their sanctuary, and the future stretched out before them, filled with promise and potential.
Their kiss was a seal on their newfound relationship, a promise of what was to come. As they pulled apart, James' eyes were filled with a softness that made Daniel's chest tighten. "You're mine," he said, his voice a gentle murmur. "Always."
And Daniel knew, in that moment, that he had found not just a home, but a purpose. To serve James, to be his companion, and to share in the sweet torments and fierce joys of their shared life.
Continues in Part Two
